Spring’s pollen is a reminder that even beauty comes with a price. The same trees that give us shade, oxygen, and leaves that turn gold in autumn demand a toll of itchy eyes and runny noses. It’s a trade-off—one that we can accept with grace, a good antihistamine, and a bit of preparation.
Next time you see a golden haze settling on your car, instead of cursing, remember: that’s the tree’s love letter to the future. Your job is to love your present by setting boundaries—closing the window, washing your face, and laughing at the absurdity of it all. The pollen will pass. The trees will leaf. And you’ll be ready for whatever season comes next, tissues in hand.
